The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1887-06-25

Roxy was very sorry when Mr.. Jefferys
returned to the city. 1t seemed as if his
absence left yawning hiatus in her
life, which had not previously been
eventful or rich in incident. But she
did not know how more than sorry
Mark Jefferys was to part from her.
"'Full many flower is born to blush
unseen" he quoted to himself. after
the hackneyed style Of the young man
in general when the little winged god
has him at a disadvantage. But she
shall not blush unseen if my pictures
in this years exhibition bring their
p..cc She shall be my wife-always
supposing that she considers me worthy
of the treasure-trove of her love. /
will wear her like flower on my heart.
l think-yes, 1 think she likes me lit
tie now. I am quite sure that if l had
the chance l could make her like me
little more"
And so now and then he ventured to
write to her, lest by any chance she
might forget that such person ex-
listed.
Now in real life things will some
times happen as strangely as they do
in novels. Every one knows this. And
it came to pass that in the mid-April
time, when skies above and violets be-
low are blue with a blueness that no
description can equal, Docia Honey
well came up to New York to buy her.
self silk dress, and asked Roxanna
Stephens to accompany her.
II never like to trust entirely to my
own taste, said Docia; land you have
such excellent ideas Of color, Roxy"
When the dress was duly settled
upon-one of those delicious olives
which, like the hair Of the poets hero
inc, was
"Brown in the shadow, and gold in the sum
there was yet good hour and half
to spare before the train went.
''Oh, do let us go to the Academy of
Designr' said Roxy; lit can't be far.
And l think it would rest my eyes to
look al some pictures.
1t was fine. sunshiny, breezy after
noon, and all the world was out. Roxy
came slowly up the broad marble steps,
looking around at the giant palms, and
the caoutchouc leaves, and the monster
camelia-trees, whose dark green foliage
shore as if it had been vanished. Be-
yond glowed the pictures, outlined in
gold, full of vivid lights and deep,
mysterious shadows. A little crowd
had collected before one particular can
vas and following the usual impulse OF
human nature, Docia and Roxy left the
other pictures-possibly possessed Of
equal merit--unsurveyed and joined
the futtering, perfumed knot Of gaz
era
1.-The picture of the season." she
heard some one saying in the soft, dis
tinct tones that denote your society
oracle; LA Jolie Blanchisseuse.
Would you believe that that little
square of canvas has been sold for q
thousand dollars? It's a charmingly
painted thing-oh, of course-but, after
all, what is there to itP"
at is the sentiment, the toner' an
swered wise critic who was penciling
down notes for an art paragraph in the
next days Sphtnz. ''In this age of the
world nobody can tell what's going tc
succeed and what isn't The public
pulse don't bear feeling as it used"
Little Roxy, in her plain brown gown
and the poke hat of rough-and-ready
straw, with the loops of cherry ribbon
which she herself had sewn on. stood
on tip-toe to peep over the shoulder Of
the tall lady in front of her at the
picture.
"Ah, Docia!" she cried, starting
back, as she caught glimpse of it
with the strange sensation of one whc
looks into a mirror, I'll have seer
that before"
In the foreground crystal-cleal
brook gurgled away under fringe o
luxuriant crosses; in the middle dis
lance there was the green mystery O
chestnut shadows on the grass, ant
a young girl asleep, with bare Whit
arms, and sun-bonnet fallen down hei
neck, while an open book lay on thu
ground. A red-winged blackbirC
balanced itself on bush at her right
and in the background line full o
fiuttering clothes seemed to come ant
go at the signal of the wind. On,
could almost hear the murmur of thu
brook, almost see the stir of the tai
grasses in the yellow mist of the noon
tide heats. 1t was very simple picture
to be sure, but it is the simple picture
that speak to peoples hearts now
adays.
Docia stared intently. 1T looks lik,
you, Roxy" she said, land that is tn
very chestnut-tree with the hollow
heart that blew down in the equinoc
tial gale last March. Have you fount
the number in the catalogueP VIII,
painted it. All, l thought so-Marl
Jefferys."
Roxy turned around with curiou
thrill, half of pride, half anger, in he
heart, and saw tall figure coming TO
ward them from the monster palm
that guarded the stairway beyond
Mark Jefferys himself.
"You have seen the picture, Roxyp'
he said lila Jolie Blanchisseuse'
Dearest"-drawing her away from tn
crowd into the cool green shadow o
giant ferns and the caouthouctrees-
my fortune is made, and all through
you, and was coming tomorrow t.
lay it at your feet"
1t was a strange place for younI
man to speak out his heart in; bu
Mark Jefferys was like no other man
and Roxy had a certain individualit
of her own. And was then the lover
and y the tender little fluttering heart
and what should it equal but eth
old, old story of human happiness, tina
repeats itself anew for every genera
tionp Was it not as plain as any of tn
algebraic quotations in Roxy's book
at school? Randall Comfort. i
Harper's Bazaar.
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his feed, and the greater care must b
taken to keep feed-boxes and mangel
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